Ian Dury My Old Man lyrics

My old man wore three piece whistles
He was never home for long
Drove a bus for London Transport
He knew where he belonged

Number 18 down to Huston
Double decker, move along
Double decker, move along
My old man

Later on he drove a Roller
Chauffeuring for foreign men
Dropped his aitches on occasion
Said 'Cor Blime', now and then

Did the crossword in the Standard
At the airport in the rain
At the airport in the rain
My old man

Wouldn't never let his guv'nors
Call him â€~Billy', he was proud
Personal reasons make a difference
His last boss was allowed

Perhaps he had to keep his distance

Made a racket when he rowed
Made a racker when he rowed
My old man, my old man

My old man was fairly handsome
He smokes too many cigs
Lived in one room in Victoria
He was tidy in his digs

Had to have an operation
When his ulcer got too big
When his ulcer got too big
My old man

Seven years went out the window
We met as one to one
Died before we'd done much talking
But relations had begun

All the while we though about each other
All the best, mate, from your son
All the best, mate, from your son
My old man, my old man